Airports

Harmony of sorts, in steps securing distance from destinations a rehearsed human sleepwalk addressing swiftly a elbow touch spinning on tips at shoulder taps blending an air of vulnerability into the patience of waiting in unison   classic oxfords in frayed laces loafers blatant and cheap crocodile leather pumps in cheer sentimental booties with scratched heels

compare and contrast

She lived a flower arrangement routine Details, twines, pin holder perfection I box flowers in confused bursts tiger lily’s unabashedly preen peony’s skip in affection embarrassing edges wilt with thirst   She taught with the skills of a practitioner Brought a capable introverted stability I teach work as worship agile, evolving as an exhibitioner bursting

The case for togetherness

When you laugh at each other and seek advantage in it When secret signals are not a bother and sparks outperform the need to be lit Where heartache headily cocktails with gratitude and purpose draws a canvas Where curves show up as smiles in multitudes and heartbeats paddle in practice Why arguement is now a

Mama kind of things

Mama kind of beautiful Panasonic cloud view Her kind of aromatic Pine sol clean and invigorating She is that kind of advocate On watch, available, her optimal self Their kind of heroics Auto configured resilience many 9 months Mama kind of nurturing Breast embraced cocoon Her kind of professionalism Everyday kitchen and laundry ethics She

Mother of mine

Be determination born of steps deliberate tender force engulfs us   Warm hands cusp my storms she saves chestnuts under her pillow I borrow my goodnight calm   She is quilting fierce circles like orbits, relentless colors I devour each touch dew like   Reluctance never her forward onward upward teaches mystery leaves more to

Beauty Dossier

Sure fix for pores and skin spots; tentative results with your porous past that never stays sealed Smooth’s flyaway strands; never sleek enough when hit by realization gusts Pretty eyelids with peony shades; bags underneath tell the tale Juice mask tranquility for 30 mins; before bitterness hits the palate Crushed petals on eager pristine sheets;

taffeta and lace

  Seven vows most sacred, I wore pink taffeta and lace fire flamed in a designer glow, you looked sharp, ornate crest emblazed Stepping into everafter, the portico blossoming sacred with chants and marigold brimming hope, my father gave my hand into your palm to hold Appendage like on your right, the first circle of

An ode to Michelle Obama

Oh long fingered woman of mine your core had memorable scars Walked straight, with an agility to align color, gender, set apart with your own shine Pristine house stood on its pillars echoed enchantment whenever you borrowed that mike progress reshaped with others, brutality backtracked Ever at fore and front, never a filler stakeholder care,

love or arranged – marriage?

Arranged marriage myths a few- – hotbed of marital conflict – parents license the first kiss – romance impaired by relative blitz   Contrasting the styles of courtship dating essential to unzip vs stimulation being a mental trip listening intently talking glib vs silence as a musical trip   Champagne as a toast to life

Acquired Taste

brewed for years within my taste cortex the lingering flavor of conversation in motion simmering pot gurgles ideas in each leaf delectable biscotti dip crumbs forming journey maps whistling kettle calls to action healing pot is shared lingering napkin stains mock at the sipping sounds singeing at puckering lips rain drizzles like honey drops the anthem